"Urgent intelligence. We need to see Lord Hanzo."
Through the curtain of rain, three Amegakure ninja hurried over and stopped before an Amegakure jonin.
Ahead lay a hidden cave. According to their prior investigation, it was Hanzo's temporary command post.
"What intelligence?" The Amegakure jonin stopped the three men and asked warily. He recognized them—they were ninja assigned to ambush the outskirts, all Special Jonin.
"We discovered enemies—experts preparing to rescue Konoha ninja. We need to report this to Lord Hanzo." The man at the front spoke, his voice steady.
"Oh?" The Amegakure jonin furrowed his brow slightly and said in a low voice, "Lord Hanzo is busy. Tell me whatever intelligence you have, and I'll relay it for you."
"No!" The ninja on the left immediately spoke up. The Amegakure jonin's gaze instantly turned cold, and his hand moved to the hilt of the sword on his back.
"My lord." The lead ninja was immediately startled. He hurriedly shoved his companion back, his face filled with panic. Carefully approaching the jonin, he lowered his head respectfully. "My lord, my companion meant no offense. He was merely anxious for a moment. Could we speak somewhere private?"
The jonin gave him a suspicious look. Seeing his respectful manner, he did not think much of it and walked with him around a corner.
Once they were out of sight, the lead ninja said quietly, "My lord, the three of us have been lying in ambush at the front lines. Life is difficult every day, so it's inevitable that we have some grievances. I hope you can understand. We don't wish to see Lord Hanzo for any ulterior reason. It's just that after fighting Konoha for so long, our casualties have increased by the day, and everyone is terrified. That is why we